Horror And Mystery Stories
Promises

Bukk…

Something fell off my desk. A book that is not too thick but is able to produce a slightly loud sound that makes both eyes open. A little rubbing was placed on my eyes to clarify my vision that was a little blurry due to the sleep that I thought was so short. In every corner of this medium-sized room, there was a bright light behind the window curtains. Sure enough, when I saw the clock on the wall of this room it turns out the needle has been pointed at the number 9.

With a slightly shaken body, I walked towards the middle room. I have no one in this room. There was not the slightest intention of calling out their names to know where he was. Then I walked into the kitchen, dry feeling my esophagus. I found my aunt washing a pile of dishes in the sink.

“Bi, really quiet house, where to?” I asked with a typical voice of a new person rising from his sleep

“Tadi mas Pandu again nganterin mother to the market, if the father looks again nyari refrigerator repairman mba Resti” Clearly bi Parmi

I just nodded while sipping a glass of water.

Suddenly the sound of the house bell, I rushed to the main door to find out who was going to visit my house. Arriving at the main door, I did not open the door. I peeked out a little from the window curtain, and I felt a little strange about the person now behind my door. With hesitation, I opened the door in front of me.

“Hai Resti, so don't we play it?” Ask the person who is now looking directly at me.

“Hah, main?” Answer confusion.

“Iya Res, severe if the cave has come all the way here even so the answer” The answer is a little upset.

“Duh, uh, gini sorry dong. Gua forgot if there is a promise with you Ta”.

“Oh so, yaudah ayu. cave want to show something same lu”

“Oh yes, enter the cave first to get ready”

I allowed this stranger to sit in the living room waiting for me to get ready. While heading to the bathroom, I asked bi Parmi to make me drink as a friend waiting for my guest. I rushed to take a shower and prepared myself to follow where my guest was going to take me. There was a sense of confusion that enveloped me that I did not know what it was, that face was familiar to me, his voice was so. Ah already.

“Eh is neat. Let let’s go!” With a smile, he greeted me.

“OK let’s go!” I slightly forced my face to give the impression of spirit.

My footsteps felt heavy, there was a huge doubt that enveloped me. I don't know where he's taking me. Unlike me, he was so spirited walking in front of me, like the first time he had been in a place like this. All I know is that he visits my house quite often. But it's been almost a month this is a little rare, because I know he has moved residence. A little strange, because to me the news that I should have known had never been told directly by the person concerned.

“Eh wait, this is where we are Ta?” Many wonder.

“Udah just calm, anyway you will not be satisfied kok Res” Answer casually.

“Eh but I've never been to this place. Kayak gardens gini ya”

“Iya, have you sat there”

We also sat on one of the benches that had been provided in the park that I had never known. I still don't understand what all this means, like a dream, but I feel like my heartbeat is still palpable in my veins.

“Lo this is Prita right?”

“Iya Resti's. Wh why? Feel weird?”

“Yes, yes I haven't seen you in a long time, around a month, uh suddenly you're here. I tried to go to your house, but it was empty. Neighbors say lo again to Semarang, do you move house?”

“Haha no Res, yes I went to Semarang. But it is impossible to return to that house”

“Loh, why? Lu moved not to say, ortu you also do not give word”

Braaakkk…

I was so surprised. As our conversation progressed, a sedan had an accident right on the big road that was in front of us. Immediately I approached the car without taking Prita who was sitting in the park chair. I tried to scream for help, but it seemed like it was just me, Prita, and the people who were in the car that were in this accident. Since no one came to me, I finally decided to see who was in the ill-fated car.

How surprised I was to see the fact that the passengers in the car were Prita and her parents. I screamed and cried all at once. I just realized that I was sitting with Prita, with the rest of the courage that I had, I turned to look at the garden chair earlier. I did not meet anyone sitting there, I saw a group of people walking in the park that I did not know. I feel strange and isolated. When I looked back at the direction where the car had been in an accident, there was nothing I could find. Just an asphalt road that some pedestrians are walking on.

My sweat started to drip, my heart was pounding. I'm confused, where exactly am I? My eyes kept circling in all directions in this place, hoping that there was someone I knew in order to point me home.

Bukk…

Something fell off my desk. A book that is not too thick but enough to produce a slightly loud sound that can make both eyes open. A little rubbing was placed on my eyes to clarify my vision which was a little blurry due to the sleep that I felt was so long and confusing. I scoured every corner of this medium-sized room, did I go back home?. I wiped the sweat that was still dripping on my forehead, my heart was still beating, I still couldn't believe what had just happened.

“Mba Resti... (tok tok tok), mba no mail from post...”

Shouted bi Parmi from behind my bedroom door. With a little nervous I stood up, trying to act like a person like I just woke up.

“Iya bi, briefly”

“There is a letter from mba post. The mailman apologized, because the delivery was long. There are problems, obstacles gitu” explained bi Parmi while giving the letter to me.

“Iya bi, thanks” Sayku with contrived tone.

“Mba Resti hasn't showered yet? Already 9 hours mba ” Tanya bi Parmi.

“Eh yes bi, this just want hehe” My answer with a little confusion.

Back I was confused by the circumstances, I think my strange trip could take 1-2 hours. But the truth is, when I saw the clock hanging on the wall of my room still showed at 9 o'clock, just like when I woke up in the dream behind my dream. I tried to make sure by asking bi Parmi one thing.

“Eh yes bi, mother, sama mas Pandu where to?” I asked in the tone of hoping for an answer.

“Oh that was mas Pandu nganterin mother to the market. Well if you like again find a refrigerator service worker mba” Reply bi Parmi who makes my facial expression a little surprised. “Lha why to mba?” Ask bi Parmi.

“Eh no papa bi, yes already aunty continue her activities”

“Iya mba, this aunt also again washing dishes. Excuse me ya”

And here it is, all the same. I asked again, is this all real?. I opened the letter that bi Parmi gave me, it said…

For Restiku dear

Hi Resti, how are you? Is it not the same as me? Yes, yes, I want a story. I'm doing it again, my HP is missing. All contacts temen-tenemen, lecturers, upperclassmen, gebetan (hahaha), including your contacts are also cross-linked with HPnya. So sorry can not ngabarin or bales chat/message from you (yes that is also if you send haha). So, I send this letter via post, out here is still old, must use the post was a long distance.

Oh yes now I am again in Semarang, sorry yes ga ngabarin (again) haha. I went home very suddenly, with Ortu too, maybe in a few days I returned home. Yesterday I saw a nice park, I wanted to take you there. Anyway, if I've returned again I'll invite you to play there, let me definitely tell you the date deh, the 19th yes. Eh but that's also if we both can, that means let you be sure that I'm definitely not taking you there

Okay, yes first, scribbling gini make my hands pegel. You don't need to bales this letter, which is important you've read, and if I take it to that place you should want to. Okay, dear byee

Pritas

For a moment I was silent, I saw the calendar on my phone. Dated, March 19, 2001.